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“Milkshakes, huh? For me, it’s french fries. Can’t get them in the park.”
“Worth a trip to the city?”
“Sometimes. I hear you about the crowds.”
“It gets easier.” The words came out just above a whisper. I knew she heard me. She blinked, her eyes conspicuously damp.
“I hope so,” she breathed.
It was killing me not to hold her. I opened my arms, and she didn’t hesitate to join me, quickly taking off her boots before crawling onto the bed.
As she settled next to me, with her head on my chest and her arm over my waist, I could sense her relief. So natural, so easy. I wrapped my arms around her on a happy sigh.
“I’ve got you, Tracy.” She shuddered, and I squeezed her a little tighter. “Rest, okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed.
Ben came over and threw a blanket over us, and I felt contentment along the pack bond. We were taking care of our omega. I wished I could do more.
As sleep overtook me, with Tracy’s body cradled next to mine, I knew I was doing what I could. One step at a time.
11
TRACY
Fucking emotional roller coaster.
I couldn’t decide if this was a nightmare or a dream come true. My mind careened from anxiety about being trapped, to big questions about my identity as an omega, to incredibly explicit fantasies of being with these alphas. The three of them taking me every possible way. Knotting me.
Michael stood at the stove. He straightened and looked over his shoulder at me with his eyes wide.
Shit.I was perfuming. It didn’t help that his sweet and spicy scent grew stronger in response. That blackberry and pepper combination made my mouth water.
“I can’t help it. Watching you cook is hot.”
He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and turned back to the food with a smirk.
Spending the day with the pack, I’d beensurprised at how easy it was to feel comfortable with them. Like I’d known them forever. We napped, we chatted, we played cards. I tried not to be too distracted by their collective hotness.
Now Michael was making dinner, and I’d volunteered to help.
He was efficient and practiced in the kitchen, and so sexy to watch. They’d packed in a lot of food that didn’t need to be refrigerated, like tomatoes, onions, eggplant, and fresh herbs. His hands were sure and quick as he chopped and diced, his tall frame moving easily between the stove and the counter.
The way he used the knife to slice and then scoop the ingredients made it seem like an extension of himself. And his hands… Strong and veined, with long, graceful fingers. A shiver ran through me.
He was so…competent.
I hadn’t done much to help. Michael asked me to pour some red wine, and I’d already finished my glass. It took the edge off, but that would have to be it for me. I needed to havesomeinhibitions.
There was no way I could do anything to stifle my arousal, not with three alphas in such close proximity.
Normally, that would be on my list of things to hate about being an omega. Alpha pheromones had an effect on betas too, but for omegas it was like a drug. A biological chemical reaction that tapped intoour basest instincts. Being near an alpha could make us feel out of control with need.
But right now, I was feeling no angst about it. There was alignment between what my body craved and what my mind wanted.
Staring at Michael’s wide shoulders while he plated photo-worthy pasta, I was shocked to realize the feeling in my chest was gratitude. Had I ever been grateful to be an omega before? With these alphas, I was. Not only did their scents signal a fundamental and instinctive connection, reassuring me, but I was also built to take them. To take their knots.
Whether I ought to was another question.
